Elric watched them take positions, forming a ritual circle, beginning the complex hand gestures and chanted prayers that would activate large-scale purification magic.
"Here we go," he said quietly. "Day Four. The end of this siege, one way or another."
Behind him, Gattychan gripped his blessed sword, divine light intensifying.
Seraphelle's prayers grew more fervent, golden healing magic surrounding her.
Mikazelle's spatial perception expanded, mapping every dimension of the coming battle.
Rindelle nocked an arrow, ready to deploy catastrophic amplification the moment Elric gave the order.
The Four Heroes of the Church, waiting to unleash divine judgment on a settlement that had dared to ally with demons.
And at Third Line, six hundred forty-three exhausted defenders prepared for the battle that would determine their survival or annihilation.
Lyra stood on Third Line's central tower, her golden eyes scanning the human army assembled four hundred yards away.
